Page 35 of Making the King

There it is again, the mention of pleasure I never even knew existed.

“Why?” I ask.

“Because when you fuck me dry like last night, it hurts both of us. If you’re wet, it’ll feel amazing for us both. Sex with me is about pleasure. I’m not claiming to be a good guy, and I like pushing boundaries. But consent is important to me.” His solemn tone portrays just how serious he takes it, and it makes me feel bad for what I did.

“I didn’t know,” I whisper.

Should I apologize? I don’t want to because what I did had to be done, and even if it wasn’t intended as punishment, it kind of worked. Though a true punishment should be served in public, that’s what my family did and it worked.

When Mateo and I turned twelve, dad put him in charge of my punishment. I still have the burn marks from the many times he used my skin to put out his cigarettes. Sly as he is, he always aimed for places that would be hidden by my clothes.

After undressing me earlier, I know Rocco’s seen the scars between my tits, and maybe even on my inner thighs. I’m not ashamed of them, they prove I’m strong and that I learned from my mistakes.

“You had a fucked up childhood,” Rocco says. It’s not a question, so I don’t answer. “Sex can be a way to love someone with your body, but it can also just be about pleasure. Wanting to feel good. Do you understand?”

“I-I think so.”

Honestly, I’m not sure I do. But I want to, and I want to feel good again. I experimentally arch my back again, pushing my ass back against him.

“Cara,” he warns on a low growl. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to feel good,” I say. “You said it could just be about the pleasure. That’s what I want.”

Rocco rolls his hips against me, and I feel his hardness slide between my thighs. We’re still naked from earlier, which makes it feel even more intense.

“One last question,” he says. “Then I promise I’ll make you come again.”

Not liking the way it sounds like a trade, I ask, “And if I don’t want to answer?”

“I’ll still make you come.”

“Okay,” I agree. “Ask away.”

“Who hurt you?”

Fuck, he did notice the scars on my body.

The decision to open up isn’t a conscious one, my mouth just won’t stay shut. “Mostly it was Mateo. When I did something wrong, he had to discipline me in front of our sister and parents.”

Rocco makes an angry sound in the back of his throat. “That’s why you want to punish me, isn’t it? Because I did something wrong.”

“I did punish you,” I remind him. “Even if that wasn’t why I did what I did, it doubled as that. So we’re even.”

“You’re so fucked up,” he grumbles.

He’s not wrong.

I’m just about to remind him of his promise to make me come again when Rocco moves his hands to my tits, palming them before he pinches my hardened nipples. When he thrusts his hips against me again, I moan. The tip of his cock slides through my folds and hits my clit, the touch making my pussy throb with want.

“Again,” I moan. “Please.”

He continues to move his cock between my thighs, and I feel myself get wetter with each roll of his hips. Fuck, this is what I wanted.

“Does it feel good, Killer?” he groans, and I eagerly nod.

“Y-yes,” I cry out. “I need more.”

The primal sound coming from deep within his throat stirs something awake inside of me, causing my core to ache. Rocco burrows his face into the crook of my neck. His lips and teeth graze my skin in a way that makes my inner muscles tighten.

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